vital
if you said to me
from the mothers bow untied
the secret of the child reveals
and from the half light of its womb
its entry into bright a shock
that pulsates all the vibrant world around
excites the world with potency
it seems to me that were this good or bad
life's vital field is living
sucking up the energy of love or hate
that evil triumphs just as well as good
and that this excitement is the food on which
the underworld exists
and credits just the force
and not the nature of its coming
just wanting of its hidden cycling plasma
so if against the natural laws
we are poised then no account of this is taken
in the majesty of death
and admittance is the same
is this why evil succour evils
and explains why baneful gushy colonies exploding into strength
succeed where goodness fails
look at the trials of man and see that
in the name of discipline
or social need
or betterment or the bondage of creed
that the malfeasance of our planet
justifies its powered orbit
round a censored sun
why create false boundaries
laws boulders dams if the water
will by nature seep through them
and run just slightly halted on its
connate course in the sacred valley
of life principal where meets the sea
creating all our undertow
this is how temptation roots are grinding
in hydraulic motion through the softer sand
and in their patch some solid block may stand
like a child within a womb
like righteousness embound
and like the leeches of the river
so the strands will suck its salts
and prize its skin
and if you are that obstacle know this
that many a rock outlived a tree